Milluki appeared to be suffering from heatstroke and was nearing dehydration.
To strengthen his claim, he lifted his shirt, revealing a chubby belly covered in visible beads of sweat.
Kalluto's expression remained flat.
As a member of the Zoldyck family, Kalluto had undergone 'extreme heat' training from a young age, which was merely one minor aspect of their brutal training regimen.
So, even with Milluki's exaggerated display, Kalluto was far from convinced by the claim of heatstroke.
"What did you see?"
Kalluto shifted his gaze to the remote control in Milluki's hand.
He wasn't paying attention to the screen on the remote control just now, but when he looked now, all he saw was a blank screen.
Milluki sighed and struggled to suppress the fear in his heart.
"Kalluto, I should have seen this coming…"
"Huh?"
Kalluto frowned, not understanding whether Milluki was having some sort of breakdown, as his behavior had grown increasingly odd.
More importantly, Kalluto could feel that Milluki was genuinely afraid of something at this moment.
'Well, whatever's going on, at least tell me what you saw!'
Milluki's fat face, which was covered with sweat, was filled with fear and solemnity. In a serious tone, he said: "Big brother concealed some things from us. I should've realized this earlier..."
"Hmm?"
Kalluto's grip on his paper fan tightened, the veins in his pale hand slightly bulging as he fought the urge to smack Milluki with it.
Milluki seemed to be unaware of Kalluto's growing impatience. He lowered his head and nervously bit his thumb, his voice trembling a little: "No wonder things went so badly for Big brother this time… I should have seen it coming..."
"…"
Kalluto took a deep breath.
Milluki noticed Kalluto taking a deep breath and took a deep breath as well.
Then-
He looked at Kalluto and solemnly proposed: "Why don't we just pull out?"
"…"
Kalluto was silent for a second, tightening his grip on the fan before enunciating each word carefully: "So, what exactly did you see?!"
"Oh, I really should have seen this coming..."
Plak, plak!
"Ow, Kalluto, what are you doing..."
Plak, plak, plak!
Moments later-
Milluki was sitting on the sand, his fat face covered with red marks from being hit by Kalluto's paper fan.
"Kalluto, do you remember how Dad once warned Big brother not to mess with someone named Moses?"
"Yes, I remember."
Kalluto put away his now-battered paper fan, and related memories flashed through his mind.
That was two or three years ago...
He remembered it vividly because it had been the only time he'd seen their father so serious-and heard him uncharacteristically complain about a bad deal.
Milluki looked at Kalluto and sighed, "Well, losing his limbs is the price Big brother paid for ignoring that warning."
"Is that Moses guy in there?"
Kalluto quickly connected the dots, finally understanding what had rattled Milluki, and his gaze instinctively shifted to the building ahead.
Milluki nodded and said, "Yes, so we should fall back. Dad definitely won't blame us for this."
"I see."
Kalluto slowly withdrew his gaze.
Milluki heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this, and said with emotion: "I'm glad you understand. Dealing with someone that dangerous, we'd..."
"But we came here to bring Killua back, not to mess with that Moses guy."
Kalluto flatly reminded him of their actual mission.
Milluki's sigh came to an abrupt end.
Back inside the venue-
Moses was working on the deck of playing cards he had taken from Hisoka, writing Divine Script with [Teleport] ability onto them.
Since the teleport distance required was minimal he could simplify the Divine Script's structure while still achieving the same effect.
This method saved both time and energy.
In less than three minutes, Moses finished inscribing the Divine Script on the cards that would allow for one-way teleportation. He then controlled a small portion of his shadow to envelop the deck of cards.
Because the effect of this Divine Script is a one-way teleportation, a small amount of Nen needs to be reserved above the Divine Script as an activation switch.
Moses's shadow, capable of splitting into dozens or even hundreds of parts, was perfect for this.
Though it lacked much strength, it was sufficient to trigger the switch.
'Let's test this out.'
Moses picked up the card wrapped in shadow and tossed it casually.
Whoosh-
The black playing card spun and flew out.
Moses immediately activated the Nen on the split shadow.
Swish!
At the next moment, Moses appeared out of thin air above the playing card.
"Not bad."
Moses felt satisfied. Although he had intended to grab the card during the teleportation, he wasn't able to pull it off.
After all, it was the first time he tried this method, and he wasn't yet skilled enough to perform such delicate operations. So, he could only let the poker card continued flying forward, eventually striking the wall.
Smack!
The playing card hit the wall and slowly fell to the ground. By the time the shadow left, it had already broken into pieces.
As a carrier of the Divine Script, given the quality of playing cards, they could only be used once.
If it weren't for the split shadow, even stability wouldn't have been assured.
Moses looked at the broken pieces of playing card that fell in the corner, raised his hand to his chin, and said to himself:
"Compared to [Exchange Position], the teleportation feels noticeably stiffer, but the difference doesn't matter much.'
After the initial attempt was successful, Moses counted the remaining playing cards and found that there were still thirty-two.
Before the spar with Netero began, he needed to finish inscribing the simplified version of the Divine Script [Teleport] on these cards.
Then, Moses buried himself in his work.
After nearly two hours, Moses managed to complete twenty-six transfer-enabled cards, while six others were ruined during the process.
"This should be enough."
Looking at the stack of twenty-six cards in his hand, Moses let out a long sigh and leaned back on the sofa.
After thinking about it for a moment, Moses took out his phone and sent a quick message to Menchi, letting her know he wouldn't be joining for dinner, before closing his eyes to rest briefly.
The spar is scheduled for the evening, and before that, Moses needed to get himself into peak condition.
Around this time, Kalluto had slipped into the building alone and, after some searching, located Killua.
As for Kurapika and Gon, who were with Killua, they were simply ignored by Kalluto.
"Killua-nii, it's Father who sent me here. He wants you to go home now."
Dressed in a purple kimono, Kalluto spoke in a tone that carried a subtle feminine gentleness.
If Milluki were here, he would definitely shout, 'So unfair. Why do you have such different attitudes even though we are both your brothers?'
"I'll go back when I've had enough fun."
Killua remained defiant.
His father is not here himself, so he is not afraid at all.
"If you don't go back, Killua-nii, then I'll just have to stick with you until you change your mind."
"Huh?!"
Killua's face fell instantly.
Kalluto, however, maintained a calm expression, entirely unaffected by Killua's reaction.
I'll pester you if you don't go home!
This was the tactic Kalluto had already thought of before he came over.
'Anyway, there is someone to take the blame since he doesn't want to contribute, so even if we fail to bring Killua-nii back today, I will not be in any trouble.'
'And I can also take this opportunity to play outside with Killua-nii for a while.'
Kalluto's plan was unfolding smoothly in his mind.
Killua didn't know what Kalluto was planning, but he was equally reluctant to deal with this new tagalong.
Gon and Kurapika found it difficult to join in on the topic and could only look at each other from the sidelines.
At this moment, none of them noticed the fleeting figure outside the window.
This figure was none other than Ging Freecs, who had timed his arrival perfectly to watch the fun.
He still looked unkempt, draped in a cloak that looked like it hadn't been washed in ages.
"Should I slip out quietly..."
Ging muttered to himself in mild distress.